Per Un Pugno Di Dollari (A Fistful of Dollars) Page #4

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in the cemetery on account of me.

I don't think

they'd appreciate my presence.

I don't like that Americano!

- He is too smart to be just a hired fighter.

- With a pistol, no one can touch him.

When someone with that face

works with his gun, count on two things.

He's fast, but he's also intelligent.

That makes him too dangerous for you.

Now he's gone, explain that nonsense

about hanging up your gun

and making up with the Baxters.

Is it possible that you'll never be able

to reach any conclusions on your own?

Our government and the Americanos

will find those bodies and investigate.

They'll investigate, all right.

And we'll be quiet

and peacefully bide our time.

We know nothing about a massacre

at the Rio Bravo, eh?

I arranged for the bodies to be lying

as if both companies killed each other.

But do you think they'll believe it?

Ah, yes, I think so.

Because if they don't find a guilty party,

they will call off the investigation.

Yes, but...

what about the Baxters?

The Baxters?

They want nothing more

than to live in peace.

We'll let them have their own way

for a while. So, forget the Baxters.

We'll take care of them later

when the investigation finishes!

That was a fine idea that you had.

What was it again?

Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes.

The Baxters on one side,

the Rojos on the other.

And you'd be in the middle.

The only problem is

that they've joined up.

Now you have no job and no money

to pay me what you owe me.

There is only one thing for you to do.

Leave. I'll forget about what you owe me.

Leave San Miguel and never come back

for the rest of your days.

Hey, Joe! I prepared the wagon

the way you asked me to.

We're sitting in the back here

with two empty coffins.

What are you up to?

Are you changing your profession?

If you want to go on living,

you'd better.

In my opinion,

you will make a fine pallbearer.

Close this place and come with me.

Oh, close up, huh?

It's done.

Where are we going?

I'd like to know, or is it a secret?

Down by the river, to have a look

at some corpses down there.

The Rojos say come to dinner

and we must go, but I don't like it at all.

Even if they've granted

all the guarantees we demanded.

We'll go along with it,

but don't touch anything!

You mustn't eat. You mustn't drink.

You just keep your eyes open

and keep your wits about you.

Are you sure that nobody has seen us?

Only a ghost or two.

No, no, no.

Don't joke about things like this.

Ghosts are better left where they are.

You look as though

this place suits you very well.

And if you go on like this, you will

soon be here permanently. Hee-hee!

Why is it, with all those bodies,

we are just burying these two?

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